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In the Heads Compartment, Hermione sat with McGonagall and surprisingly Professor Snape.

'The Head Boy is a Slytherin' she mused to herself, 'wonderful. Maybe I shouldn't jump to conclusions; maybe it will be Blaise Zabini. He's never outwardly cruel or nasty to anybody, and maybe he'll even be nice to me!'

Lost in her musings, Hermione failed to notice Professor Snape leave the room to look for the Head Boy, nor did she notice that he had come back until he spoke...

"Miss Granger! Welcome back to Earth." Pointing behind him, "Your counterpart and Head Boy"

Hermione strained her neck to look around the Potions Master, and came face to face with...

"Granger" drawled Malfoy

"Ferret!" she hissed.

"Miss Granger!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall, "There will be no name calling. You two are heads! It is time you started acting like it. There are examples to be set, and that is not one of them!"

Earlier

'She shouldn't be here. She's a Mudblood. They have no place in wizarding society' he thought. But she can have a place n my society; hmmm yes, she can definitely...

He was interrupted by the squeal of brakes coinciding with the squeal of a girl.

"Shit." he cursed under his breath. "Pansy, please please stop that!"

He disentangled his limbs from hers, careful to keep his face as far away from hers as humanly (and inhumanly) as possible,

"Dracoooooo, you know, one day, it will really be over between us, and you wont have me anymore" she huffed while trying to pout coquettishly as possible.

"Good. I honestly don't need a disease at the moment. I like my package in one piece, fully functioning and not covered in bloody boils!"

Pansy's eyes went wide for about a total of two seconds and then they hardened into two narrow slits.

"Just you wait Draco Malfoy. Just you wait. Once I am gone you'll realize how good you had it, and you'll come crawling back."

"Pansy, for me to do that, it would have had to have been good."

Before Pansy could retort, another voice entered.

"Ahh, Mr. Malfoy. There you are. We've been looking for you." drawled Professor Snape. "Please follow me to the heads compartment, you are already late. Oh, and Miss. Parkinson, please close your mouth, you look like a fish."

Pansy continued to gape as he walked away but her mind was working overtime. 'He's Head Boy. Shares a common room with the Head Girl. I must become Head Girl. If I do, then he'll realize how much he needs me. Now, how do I replace the current Head Girl...?'

Present Time

Hermione was in shock. 'What's he doing here? Well he is smart so the academics part is taken care of, but he's such a prat. Oh god, here we go. Why is he looking at me?' Hermione wondered.

"What Malfoy?" she snapped.

"Nothing", he stated, biting back the Mudblood that threatened to spill forth from his lips. 'Old habits die hard.' he mused to himself.

"Whatever Malfoy." she responded watching him warily.

McGonagall looked at them and spoke. "That's right Miss. Granger. You and Mr. Malfoy are Heads together. Now that that has been cleared up, please remember that you two represent the whole school. No fighting between you two, or anyone for that matter, will be tolerated" She fixed a stern gaze on the two seventh years. "Now for your living quarters..."

"What?" Hermione shrieked. "You're actually making us live together?"

"Ms. Granger. Have you not read that infernal Hogwarts, A History enough to know that the Heads dorm together, sharing a common room, bathroom, and dining area." said Professor Snape.

"Well yes," Hermione said looking down sheepishly, "but I think an exception should be made in this case." She looked pleadingly at her head of house.

"Miss Granger, if you think I will change hundreds of years of tradition, then you are definitely wrong. You will share living quarters with Mr. Malfoy, and a word of caution. Your room is emotion sensitive, much like the Room of Requirement. However; more often than not it chooses what it thinks you need. In fact, one year the Head Boy and Head Girl, were forced to share a bedroom because the room sensed they did not get along and "thought" they needed more time together."

Hermione's mouth dropped open. "N..n..no" she murmured. She looked towards Malfoy and found him staring at her. 'He doesn't look disgusted. I wonder why. Shouldn't he be repulsed at the thought of having to live with a Mudblood?'

She was brought out of her musings by Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall bidding them goodbye and exiting the compartment.

Malfoy looks at her again, sticks out his hand, and speaks one word.

"Truce?"

Hermione stared at his hand in shock.

"You, you want a truce?" she squeaked.

A/N: I am a horrible person. My beta assured me I wasn't but I am. A million thanks to my beta, without which you would be reading pure and utter garbage. Special thanks you everyone who reviewed, and even the 398 of you that read the story but didn't review. Hopefully the next chapter will be up before Sunday!

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